Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity II

Alcoholocuast docility,

     A conformitist's symphony of fortified melodies in retreat of intoxication, Transporting an apathetically floral wilting ideology of intolerance, As a curfew granted by a vintage wing attempting to weave inspiration of equality dream, Speechlessly granting consent to conformity, No longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful aspiration key with all willingly acute blind apathetic view wilderness surroundings; Devoid of grace. 

In lieu of aspirations,
Save the currency of greed,
Whose existence is jealousy!

Hive Mind: Docile Tranquillity I

Alcoholist docility,

     Delivering an apathetic tolerance curfew granted by a vintage consent of conformity no longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful key with its churning endlessly surroundings.

In lieu of one wish,
Being shielded. 

Hive Mind: Watered Down Hope I

Nicotine nightmare patch,

     Attempting to infect the character proof of growth unfolded dreams of shame that run apathetic black endlessly stretched and rampant seething hatred white behind closed puppet of conformity insomniac eyes in every attempt to cast off all that can never say goodbye during a life committed to intolerance when sobriety into equality is the only left motion to make before the kaleidoscope eclipse of life... Ends as a final exit riddled with the insecurities of shame.

In lieu of our pursuit,
Of hope & her sanity

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes II

Paper flightless apathy planes,

     Lonely flight skyless principle wings weighted irrationally down by whispers numb of sanity sinking, Down beyond the holocaust burnt hatefully out fumes left of the clouds of tolerance by the demons of intolerance whose glory is shaming others for caring!

     Cauterize the cross's scars of compassion, Left on the hands hidden deep within fumigated of hope pockets, Witnessing life with well malice placed neglect in excess, Remunerating all methodology of conflict by inaction in order to thrive in the ocean of conformity, Compiling shame as the infinite composition of shame singing down the dead unchallenging spines of the children who claim nothing but a golden noose at the end of greed.

Hallelujah,
To death...
Or is it,
A second chance...?

Hive Mind: Complicated Notes I

Paper apathetic planes,

     Weighted ration down by numb remiss of tolerance opinions, Witnessing life with pocket buried compassionless hands full of purposefully facade placed neglect excuses remunerating their obedience repressive theology to the composition of singing in an unchallenged key with conformity.

In lieu of our willing participation in,
Watching the world fashion hate,
Like it's just another part of life,
When it's really the opposite

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic II

Methodical incisions: Breaking attempts,

      At other heart's to mend the danger's brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping through a wilting chest, The emotionally clotted blood pumping through this empty heart haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings small isolated doses of unrealistic non-continuous  peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart at the already broken seems, I'm devoted to the anointed salt transgressions water of delusion towards the past roaming as dreams inspiring ion memory dissonance within my head, Eye of the lost beholder streaming incoherent rapid eye context devotions of zero momentum movements to retain what once was held; Because it's better to remain fractured... Absent as a skeleton, Begging for burial or love to breathe.

In lieu of our participation in,
Hoping for that momentary window
Of release to love beyond dreams

Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic I

Devoted breakings,

      Of another's heart to mend the danger's scars brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping from my dying heart, The blood haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart, Devoted to a past I still exist within, Because it's better to remain... In love.

In lieu of our participation in,
Building the puzzles of wisdom
In other words:
Solving love

Hive Lost Mind: Wilted Will I

An existential fate,

     Lies as a tongue in the palm feeding your mouth by hand, Escaping the desolation of a harbinger G-d in the mirror as it perpetuates a dying no longer virtuous breath, Seething white sulfurous rage upon the reflection standing half willing to be crucified vibrant before the greedy fangs of hate.

In lieu of our sufferings,
Mental help was,
Never offered...

Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations II

Measurable aspirations,

      A dozen bourbon's delivered straight throat architect down the hung-in-self-hatred-over hatch, In attempts to reach beyond the distant untold, Wherein G-d's constant algorithm of prayer conversation silence resides, Preaching everlasting sin and temperament of salvation!

In lieu of our exposure,
Never to come

A Hideous Hive Mind: Misogynistic Brethren Abide I

Amen to strength,

    Woven by no existentialist beyond cloud existence but the apostle of shame, Emitting a constantly neglected salvation claim made by angels, Whispering honesty in the ears of those whose aspirations of hope lie beyond the point of being reclaimed!

In lieu of the hive,
Who exist with plastic convictions,
Misogynistic intentions & are devoid of guilt!

Maleficent Condescension: Heaving Silence I

My hatred,

     Should be a crime, But it's significantly all regime directed upwards at the suffering sky, Wherein the most silent unto our future darkness party resides, Claiming our prayers as silent and thusly so He's congealing with ignorance towards all our undealt with smouldering misfortunes!

In lieu of His participation in,
Nothing...!

Hive Singularity Mind: Rigorous Issues I

Losing out on hope,

      As the door slams and evil drives arrogantly away, Mad at you but playing a sinister emotional vortex chess he should never win unless you submit yet again, Winning only because you're overflowing with  instead of hatred at the misogynistic rife swastika domination melody of manipulation he's relationship grave preaching... What a vile overlord, Holding your noose.

In lieu of her resignation,
Unto him...!

Hive Mind: Day Dreaming I

Speechless uninspiring surprise,

       Spam bowed unto silent response intellectual pathway's full as the endless prayer stream of emails written to G-d remain despondent and unsorrowfully responded to...

In lieu of our participation in, 
Sleeping awake, 
By choice.

Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations I

Ten bourbon's down,

      Vernacularly I still can't touch the poetic sky, Howling for the sake of seemingly patronising dreams, Will the world tangibly ever day by nightmarish isolationist hope evening see equality?

In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming soldiers...
Reaching for dust!

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels

Saying sorry,

    Unapologetically applying a lip falsetto of sinking in the mirror's reflection of ghosts service, Gasping phantoms foretelling a kaleidoscope multiple never scene ending invisible witness, Anointed the requiem bleak poisonous mouth sick piece spouting dissolution about a dreamscape that will never come. Because G-d, like us, gave up.

In lieu of our non-participation,
As the world via intolerance
Burned.

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels IV

Lying in church,

     Morality asleep on the pew before the throne now encompassed by hate, Whose been granted all lip falsities service for bestowing a forecast of naught but sin, Submerged is equality behind the blind eyes of the white madness, Illogically bound to principles no satellite beyond heaven can replicate the destructive sound, For the chaos bore only treason of the any circumstances found within manifests of violence and all manner of intolerance, As a destiny roll of the kaleidoscope fate dice prepared by G-d herself now sat desolate of hope beyond the throne of life... Love is dead, She was a desolate sacrifice!

In lieu of our moderation,
To stand up for others 

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels III

Lying in church,


     Honesty asleep in the place where the malignancy of hope's derelict vocabulary sworn oath to greed now resides a mentor whose granted all lips worst accumulation of reckless language service unto the herald of all madness whose only forecast is an ending we'll never live to see. 

In lieu of our silent front,
Spoken to the authorities against love

Maleficent Condescension: What of Angels II

Lying to the absolute,

     To history's most honest memory lamp, Twins dying to keep silent; Morality asleep on the pew, head bowed in the lap of his most ancient derelict f(r)iend, Kin dread her name forsaken be the sound of unaduterated silence, Born on the winds of cancer beyond the well nearest the ever whispered world's pagan end; her tattooed sleeve described as her entirety being woven of the most hideous tangible hell shadow: Hope...

     They together sat before the vision enshrined, Whose granted all lip falsities service unto the herald of all madness whose only eternal momentarily given forecast is sin, Yet only warning was to be patient and balanced in the face of every unfathomable crime!

     As if the only ticket to life is turn the other eye...

In lieu of our participation in,
Forgoing will and courage
Foreshadowing all...
Blind eye to:
crime(s)